560 miles away
Brandon bent over miss legs, counting to ten He was waiting for the blood....
A tiny bead squeezed out, another right behind it, and a string af liquid rubies welled up along the severed edges of flesh. at ten he wiped away the strand applied pressure with a napkin from the motel than sank back on his heels and started the count again..
One two three...
It was longer than he thought. He should have just killed her first and saved himself all this trouble and mess. Dead women don't bleed, But they don't scream either, and Brandon had been hurting,He needed something to carry him over until Sarra.
Nine ten wipe..
Done.
He looked at the photo of the doll in the set looked at legs, and then decided on one more cut. A tiny blue vein crept up behind her knee barely visible in the silvery light. He cocked his head decided on it then laid the edge of his knife flushed against her skin.
Legs grasped" Oh god, No! Not again, I will do anything You want please!!"
Stupid Bitch. She was doing what he wanted.
Her body tensed up as he pressed down on the blade, gently the tip punched through with a tiny pop and her mouth opened a glorious moan.Pleasure clutched through him. The tape recorder whirring.
Easy not to deep he dragged a long darkening slit through the skin, one last spidery line. on last string of bloody beads to clean up. One last set of cries to hear.
one, two, three...wait, wipe. count again. wipe again.
Finished.
he called over his shoulder "That is it Christie im done."
"Wh What "Legs managed to say "Christie...?"
Brian stared at her surprised there was any sentience left at all."Quiet he said "i wasn't talking to you I was talking to Christie.."
"Christie?" she swiveled her head as if she might actually be able to see through the blind fold."HHHEEELLLPPP!!! CHRISTIE HHHEEELLLPPP!
"Stop Brandon said "Shut up!"
She started to wiggle. Damn it if she reopened those cuts he would be cleaning up until dawn.
Everything would be ruined.
He yanked off the blindfold and measured out the spot of the bullet. then hiked to the edge of the stream where Christie sat alone in the darkness, He wondered if she had gotten cold. Her face was pale the wide caverns under her eyes lending a dazed haunted look,She doesn't feel mother always said. But Brian knew better.
"Come on Christie." he said gathering her in one arm. "Someone wants to see you."
Gun in hand he carried Christie to where legs lay, still whimpering He knelt down so close so she could see."This is Christie bitch!!he said through clenched teeth."She won't help you."
Legs blinked her throat worked the sight of Christies face stealing the breath from her lungs and making the whites of her eyes glow she gasped a single a dumbfounded wheeze that filled her lungs with oxygen for one last time.
Brian punched a bullet in to her brain.
The crack of the shot sang through the air and he stood, cradling Christie close, Adrenalin leaking from his body like the urine from the dead girls bladder. He waited and listened to the silence that always followed after a kill.He hated this moment the danger zone that tense thought that the singing might come.
He waited but there was only silence mother wasn't here. She never came when he did it right.
He let out his breath and put Christie down. spent another few Min's. wiping off the girls legs. Finally she was done.
Now for the phone.
He looked through her purse.make up brush wallet he dug some more searching for the familiar shape. nothing. He frowned and stuck a hand in the outside pocket, it wasn't there either.
His heartbeat stuttered He dumped legs purse on the ground stupid , now he had to gather everything up or risk leaving prints at the scene. But he had to find the phone.. He had to talk to Sarra.
he checked her clothing then straightened.. shocked No phone.. Fury caught him by the throat.. A moment after that Mother began to sing..
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Don't Scream
Action7 years ago sarra jane was attacked by a killer named brandon James. Since then she has created a new life for herself and her daughter.One far removed to from the night that ended in an awful tragedy. but now brandon is out of prison and his chilli...